It’s the contrast one feels when one awakes to find that the travails of the last day are a thing of the past. A lightness in being. Bliss.
Glorious sunny days are a rarity in the Pacific Northwest. The abundance of lush greenery comes at the price of many a gray and drizzly day. Yesterday was just such a glorious sunny day, a terrible shame to waste, but I was overcome with fatigue and lethargy. It was all I could do to drag my body from room to room. I had a nagging headache and some nausea, reminiscent of a migraine, but on the milder side, as my migraines go. We managed to go to the store for some groceries, but that about did me in, and I collapsed on the couch and fell into a groggy nap state for an hour or more. The day wore on and I finally broke down in tears, Googled the use of hydrocodone during pregnancy, and decided I could allow myself to take one. Gadget never understands why I torture myself all day long before I finally break down and take something at the end of the day when I can stand it no longer. I always try to see if I can wait it out, if it will resolve on its own. Occasionally, I give in, and sweet relief comes in less than half an hour. Bliss. No wonder people get addicted to narcotics. Luckily, the thought of addiction terrifies me, so I’m almost overly cautious. And all through this, little mister man wouldn’t take a nap. I was a bit concerned how this would affect the evening, envisioning a three year old meltdown or more on the horizon, the last thing I needed in my fragile state.
As luck would have it, he zonked out like a light, around 8:30 p.m. (coincident with the hydrocodone kicking in) and wonder of wonders, slept until 8 a.m.!!!! I’m wondering if this means we ought to give up the nap altogether, so he can have a reasonable bed time. A child in bed by 8:30. Now that’s a dream come true. He had a three-hour nap the day before, and he and his dad stayed up watching Ghostbusters until midnight that night. Simply atrocious parenting. (Gadget gets full blame for that one – I went to bed at 9:30, as usual. I can’t keep my pregnant self up very late these days.)
Today is not such a delicious sunny day as yesterday, but it’s reasonably clear. Dogwoods and magnolia are in bloom (I’m coveting these for my garden) and I feel like a new person. It’s a shame to have lost half my weekend, but the simple feeling of revival makes up for it.
